This is a place forgotten by time, where the vast hall is deathly silent, as if everything here has lost its meaning, including time itself.
Yang Xiao arrived here with three others, including Jiushan Cangxuan. At this moment, all four of them shared a gaze directed at the holy altar beneath a broken cross, where a Crystal Coffin was placed.
Inside the coffin lay a person, peacefully resting, hands flat on the abdomen, eyes closed, looking almost asleep if not for the blood mark at the neck.
Yang Xiao couldn't help but widen his eyes, deeply shaken by the person's beauty. In terms of appearance, Yang Xiao was confident he ranked among the best in the world, but he had long heard that true beauty is indistinguishable between genders, captivating both men and women alike. Today, he finally understood.
